The One
I am the wandering one
Walking in crop fields
Listening to the wind
I am the little child
Singing along the slough's edge
Dancing gaily beside wild daisies
I am the listless mind
Treading hallways silently
Searching for ways to be alone
I am the nonconformist
Who learned to walk proudly
Against the streaming crowd
I am the young woman
In love with past and future
Mindlessly traveling to dreamt havens
I am the individual
Who is known by few
And truly loved by fewer
I am the lady
Whom a young man will call, "Wife"
Rejoicing together in our union
I am the old-timer
Who will watch the grandchildren play
Recalling a time long gone
I am not who you think I am
I have many sides, many angles
But only one core